"In these poems, the mind leaps through fragments of images, as if ruins were a given. In a pastoral landscape ravaged by landmines, locusts, and war, image-making becomes an ethical act: Park forces us to confront our complacency in a time of violence, yet refuses to surrender the human desire for pleasure and hope. Even as we are guilty of ‘mourning our reflections most’ among the drowned, Park finds the lyric in a clove of garlic or a bee buried ‘headfirst in the tankard of a bluebell,’ declaring a commitment, against the odds, to ‘love pleasure, as much / as I can.’”
 

Yuki Tanaka, author of Chronicle of Drifting

“Suphil Lee Park’s poems are like riding a musical horse through a labyrinth of revelation. It feels good to be able to trust this horse, and I do. Her poems reward every deeper way I decide to approach them: reading them aloud, reading them more than once, staying for a long time with individual lines, like ‘name—windows stripped of life’ in the poem ‘Blueprints’ or ‘(here: for every bloody throne, a jeweler wiping the dead’s fingerprints off the crown)’ in the poem ‘Here’s to Unseeing’ or ‘God is motion: twigs’ in the poem ‘En Route.’ This close attention provides me with an ever-deepening awareness of how intricate and emotional and unexpected this book is. Surprises upon slippery surprises. Word, world, whirled. I am excited for you to read this. We can ride our horses side by side.”

Chessy Normile